Everyone is saying about you that you are sort of fantasy
You met a man and depended on that name for everything
You've been wondering where you would be and just wanna feel alright
After saying that you looked to my eyes
Oh I wait to see
Being kind is human's weakness
I have everyday
It's getting hard
It's getting hard
Now that you don't get a place to hide
There are seven days left for you with that
For you to ask
Everything you gave away was showing what you read and thought
You tweeted a lover's pic of another kind, what a random thing
David Bowie should be something
You have ever let him know
What a shame and what kind of people you have ever known
Being kind with human's weakness
I miss you everyday
It's getting hot
It's getting hot
Now that you don't get a place to hide
There were seven days left for you with that
There is one day left